Doctorate in hand, Jane Ann
Summers is ready to return to the South Seas paradise
of her youth, when the director of the institute—her mother—drops a bomb. She
cannot return until she experiences more of life...a social life

Determined to waste no time,
Jane searches for a shortcut and discovers the 1Night Stand dating service. A
single night with a Dr. Gerard, geologist…and she can go home and get on with
her fascinating study of world weather trends. The only question is whether to
have sex with him…after all, it would be her first and maybe only time.

Dr. Lukas Gerard’s own field
of study has shown him some alarming trends. He believes a killer earthquake
may rattle the Western half of the United States in the near future. In preparation, he has converted
an abandoned gold mine to a secret bunker, loaded with supplies and all the
comforts of home. Only thing he needs is company in his hideaway. Unsure how to
find the right companion, he turns to 1Night Stand, but neither he nor Jane are
prepared for the sudden impact of one of Madame Eve’s connections.

Maybe there is more to life
than science…for both of them.

Excerpt:

“I need to ask you something first.”

His brow furrowed, but he shrugged. “Okay.”

“Does Madame Eve know the location of your secret
place?” Out there in the dark, with the sprinkle of stars to light the black
velvet night, the reality of proceeding blindfolded into the desert with a
stranger, no matter how attractive, seemed dangerous. If the answer was no, she
would ask him to turn the car around and hope she wasn’t already too late.

“Yes,” he said, in a low voice. “She insisted.” When
she still clutched his arm, he smiled. “I understand caution, let me show you
something.” Lukas reached over her to the center console. So close, his warmth
and the clean scent of soap went to her head. Hang on, Jane. Even if he is the cutest guy you’ve ever met, and smells
so good.

He retrieved his cell phone and clicked to a text
message. “Look at this.”

I have confirmed the
location of your date and we can schedule your evening. I hope you understand
the safety of my clients is paramount, yours as well as Ms. Summers. Thank you
for your cooperation. M.E.

Reassured, Jane faced away from him. “Do it, then.”
She closed her eyes and tried not to flinch as the soft cloth covered her face.
It tightened and then his hands dropped to her shoulders.

“Okay?” His fingers rested on her collarbones, inches
from her breasts. Her eyes strained, but the several folds prevented the least
bit of starlight from entering.

“I can’t see a thing.” But she could still feel his
touch moving down her arms, past her short sleeves,
and onto bare skin. The desert wind soughed; her heart thumped in her ears.
Hyperaware of the man behind her, she waited to see what he would do next.

About the Author:

Kate Richards lives with her
wonderful husband and menagerie of adopted pets in sunny SoCal. She loves the
beach, the High Sierra, where she has a very tiny cabin, and spending her days
making sure all of her characters—eventually—get to have a happily ever after.

When Christy Inemi-Spiff
discovers that the man she vowed to love and honor has no such feelings for
her, she is determined to cut her losses and move on with her life. A quick,
quiet divorce is all she wishes….

However, Joshua has other
ideas. He’s not ready to walk away yet, especially when he doesn’t understand
why Christy wants out of their marriage. So he demands she agree to spend a
quiet Christmas on a remote AfricanIsland with him, hoping they can salvage their relationship. If she still
wants a divorce after these two weeks, he will let her go. But not before he’s
had his fill of her.

But with the sparking
tension between them, and the secrets behind the disintegration of their
marriage threatening to explode, will either of them get their wish? Or will
this season of good will show them what really lies at the bottom of their
hearts?

Excerpt:

“Why
are you doing this?” she challenged. Her emotions rolled, making her feel
unbalanced. It had been a long three months. And it seemed like today was only
going to get worse.

“Christy,
you know the reason. If you stopped long enough and thought about it hard, in
your heart, you’ll know.”

“You
can stop this.” She struggled to contain her anger. “You started this; you can
end it.”

“I
know, but I won’t.”

“You,
you—” Enraged, she lifted a hand to slap him.

Joshua
caught her hand midair, held it tight. Before she could react, he pushed her
back against the wall, pinning her to it with his rigid body. Christy felt
every bit of him, his strength, and his physical nature that he never bothered
to hide.

“I
think I have the perfect answer for all your bottled-up rage,” he said as he
parted her thighs with his leg.

“Move,” she
ordered, her throat dry and croaky, betraying her increasing apprehension.

Joshua
had it easy. He was a man at home with his masculinity. She had never been able
to resist him. He could have any woman he wanted. Sometimes, she wondered if he
had, especially during their separation. She shouldn’t care if he’d been with
anyone else. After all, her goal was a divorce. Still, she couldn’t suppress
the intensity of her feelings. Perhaps her anger and hatred drove the
concentration of her emotions.

“We have to get a
few things sorted out first,” he replied.

He
moved closer, his body flush against hers; his chest crushed her breasts, his
thighs pressed against hers. Though she wore cotton trousers and a tank top,
all of him stroked her.

“What
are you doing?” she asked as she pushed against him.

He
didn’t budge. “Just trying to relieve some of your frustration. That’s what all
your aggression has been about, isn’t it?”

“Rubbish!”

“Such
vehement denial, when the evidence is so obvious.”

Her
face stung with revealing heat as warm blood rose in her body. Mortified, she
tried to move to shake him off, but only managed to get her body even more
entangled with his.

Her
breathing came in short snatches. She became more aware of Joshua, his hardness
and heat.

He
lowered his head, trailing his lips against her cheeks in a tormenting caress.

“You
love me.”

About the Author:

Kiru Taye writes historical,
contemporary and paranormal romances. Her stories are sensual and steamy, her
characters passionate and sassy and her settings atmospheric and exotic. When
she’s not writing, she’s reading, hanging out with family/friends or
travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and two children.

Christmas Eve, the Diamond
Saloon is empty of its people, and Pearl la Monte has a
hankering to retire early. A pounding at the Diamond’s door rids her of such a
fool notion. Her irritation rises when she sees the prissy, polite-like Garrett
standing outside.

Ethan Garrett has a powerful
need to gain succor. When the saloon’s voluptuous redheaded singer scowls at
him from the threshold of the Diamond, he doesn’t stop to think on how his ire
at her has disappeared. Or how he just wants to spend some time in her company.

When a blizzard storms in,
trapping them, will they spend their time arguing or find their irritation for
each other disguises something more?

Excerpt:

Turning on her heel, Pearl marched off toward the stairs.

A weird kind of panic jolted
through Ethan, one he’d never felt before in all his days. It was…he didn’t….
She couldn’t leave him. “Where are you going?”

She whirled to face him, her
irritation plain. “I was seeking my bed before your arrival, and now I’m
seeking it again. Help yourself to whiskey this one time. I got better things
to do.”

Shoving to his feet, he
strode to her. “Don’t just walk away when we’re discussing things.”

“We ain’t discussing
nothing. You’ll be down here, waiting out the blizzard. I’ll be in my bed,
doing what I was gonna before you arrived. That’s the end of it.”

Taking a step, she made to
leave him. Again.

He grabbed her arm. “Don’t
leave me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”
Glaring at him, she stood before the bar, her magnificent hair slipping from
its pins, her breasts rising and falling.

Abruptly, his mouth went
dry. Clearing his throat some, he said, “You’re supposed to offer succor to
those in need.”

They were so close he could
see the faint marks of freckles on her skin.

Pearl La Monte had freckles.

A kind of haze came over
him, tightening his skin and bringing with it something all-fired powerful and
completely unstoppable. All the years he’d known her crashed through him, all
the times she’d flirted with him and meant something else, all the times he’d
seen her perform on stage and wished he could have held such fire.

Grabbing her upper arms, he
hauled her against him and, ignoring her shocked gasp, he covered her mouth
with his.

About the Author:

Cassandra grew up
daydreaming, inventing fantastical worlds and marvelous adventures. Once she
learned to read (First phrase – To the Beach. True story), she was never
without a book, reading of other people’s fantastical worlds and marvelous
adventures.

So, once upon a time, after
making a slight detour into the world of finance, Cassandra tried her hand at
writing. After a brief foray into horror, she couldn’t discount her true
passion. She started to write Romance and fell head over heels.

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Her life took a wrong turn.
He's driven by success. They didn't count on crashing into love...

Rachel Bennett loved her job
until the day she finds herself doubting her choices. Now she's hunting for a new career, but
starting over isn't easy. Her plan is
simple—no distractions until she finds her dream job. She didn't plan on fate throwing her a
curveball in the form of a fender bender with a sexy guy in an expensive suit.

Craig Larsen is a wealthy,
successful business owner with a plan of his own: survive his current PR
nightmare and stay away from his overly determined ex-girlfriend. His need for control and personal success is
turned upside down when he meets Rach, a sassy redhead who can't drive.

Soon they find themselves
battling with Rach's grumpy old neighbor, toilet-papering the trees of a high
school nemesis, and fighting over the last slice of pizza. Can two very different people plus one fender
bender equal a chance at forever?

The Cavaliers are the most
elite society at OxfordUniversity - rich, powerful, and beautiful. No one realises
that they are no ordinary students, but a group of aristocratic vampires from
the English Civil War. For four hundred years they have groomed the most
promising students to run the government, police, and finance in the way the
vampires wish, granting them eternal life in return for absolute obedience.

In her first year at OxfordUniversity, Harriet French became inextricably tied to the Cavaliers. Now
Harriet’s back at Oxford for her second year. Armed with a vampire boyfriend,
some great friends and the truth, she’s expecting an easier time. She’s wrong.
Her best friend is now a vampire and the Cavalier who turned her to save
her life is facing death for the one good deed he’s ever done. Just when it seems
that things can’t get any worse, the Cavaliers’ ancient enemies decide to
strike at the heart of the society and they’ve got Harriet in their
sights.

Screaming Spires continues the story of an ancient vampire conspiracy and the ordinary
girl caught in its web begun in Oxford Blood.

About the Author:

Georgiana Derwent read
History at OxfordUniversity. Aside from the vampires, The Cavaliers Series is an exaggerated but
fairly accurate portrayal of her time there. She now works in London and lives with her fiancé. He’s been very supportive
throughout the writing of her books, mainly because he likes to claim that all
the most attractive characters are based on him.

Georgiana fell in love with
vampire novels after reading The Vampire Diaries back in 2000. At the time it
was a struggle to find any similar paranormal romances, a situation that it’s
fair to say seems to have been rectified in the last few years. She now loves
paranormal series, fantasy novels, and modern literary works in roughly equal
measure.

Ever since her teens, she
wanted to write a vampire series. Ever since going to Oxford she wanted to write a book about her experiences
there. During a dull few months between finishing university and starting her
graduate job, she had the idea of combining the two and The Cavaliers Series
was born.

Anne Sommer, a spinster
firmly on the shelf, does the unthinkable. She hires a man to give her pleasure
for one night. Anne wants the erotic memories to keep her company in the lonely
years ahead. She did not expect the young man who showed up at her door to move
her in ways she never imagined.

Desmond Glover gives
pleasure---for a price. An orphan whose childhood was mired in scandal and
poverty, Desmond has learned to close off his emotions with regard to his
occupation. He did not count on a lonely spinster to awaken his hidden passion.

Not only do the years
separate them, but their social standings. Can Anne and Desmond cross such a
chasm and find mutual desire---or love?

Review:

4 Stars!

I am a fan of historical
romance and The Blind Cupid has a historical
setting so there was no way I could pass it up, and the steamy sex scenes was
like the cherry on top of a yummy desert! I would have loved for it to be
longer but that is just because I did not want it to end so soon.

Overall I really liked it
and I’d recommend The Blind Cupid to
anyone looking for a short, hot read with a historical setting.

Excerpt:

The
bell clanged. Dear God, the man had arrived. Taking a fortifying breath, she
smoothed her skirt and walked toward the front entrance. She’d given Mrs.
Tamblen two days off to visit her sister. She didn’t need her maid/cook knowing
she had a strange man in her house. She’d pay him and send him away.

Anne
opened the door and illuminated from the setting sun stood —the Adonis. Her
breath seized in her chest. The man was extremely tall, perhaps six and half
feet and his shoulders almost met the width of the door. Very well dressed in a
black wool suit with matching cloak, he wore a hat and gloves and carried a
leather bag a doctor might use.

“Miss
Sommer? I am Desmond Glover. I believe we have an engagement.”

His
speech sounded well-modulated, with a deep husky cadence as if he’d been
trained to speak as a gentleman. Handsome did not seem adequate to describe his
astounding countenance. Sending him away with a flea in his ear and ten pounds
in his satchel no longer appealed. She stepped back.

“Please,
do come in, Mr. Glover.”

She
hung his hat and cloak on the hall tree. He followed her into the parlor. His
scent consisted of a light fragrance of bay rum and clean linen. His presence
indeed potent and thoroughly masculine, there was no denying a man dominated
the room.

“Please,
take a seat. Would you care for a cup of tea?”

How
proper she sounded. She picked up the pot with both hands to stem the shaking.
He sat across from her and with slow purpose removed his gloves.

“Very
well. Milk, no sugar.”

Anne
poured, added the milk, and reached out to pass him the cup rattling slightly
on the saucer from her trembling grasp. As Mr. Glover took the tea, his long
finger touched hers, and he stroked it intimately before moving away. Rolling,
raw heat traveled up her arm from the innocent touch, or perhaps the contact
all part of his game of seduction.

Anne
took a sip of the beverage and stole a glance at her visitor over the top of
the cup. His hair was as black as a raven’s wing, cut in layers, and styled in
an exquisite manner, though longer than the current fashion. His face looked
clean shaven. Better to show off the prominent cheekbones and well-formed
jawline, she thought. The shade of his eyes was similar to the color of a
snifter of warmed brandy, his gaze mesmerizing.

He
crossed his long legs. “Perhaps we should discuss terms. I am here for two
hours. The carriage driver will then return, and if I am not out within five
minutes, he will depart and return in another two hours, and the cost will rise
in accordance with the terms the abbess discussed with you. If you wish for us
to sit and drink tea for this block of time, I can oblige you. However, I am
here for more carnal pleasures. Do you wish to begin?”

About the Author:

Living in a small town in a
corner of Ontario, Canada, I wile away my spare time writing and reading romance. As long as I
can avoid being hit by a runaway moose here in this wilderness paradise, I
assume everything is golden. Originally from the east coast of Canada.

I've been happily married
for a long time to my own hero. His encouragement keeps me moving forward.

A Gift for Emily picks up
right where A Kiss for Emily leaves off. She is discovering that dating a
ghost, solely composed of dense water molecules, has more challenges than she
ever imagined. And when a bouquet shows up on the doorstep from an unknown
suitor, life really gets complicated.

About the Author:

J P lives in Minnesota with her family, a crazy dog, and the world's best
cat.

You’ll die in three minutes
without oxygen, three hours without shelter, three days without water and three
weeks without food. But could you live a lifetime with a broken heart?

Mercy Evans has come to
Evans Point hoping to collect herself and find a way to resurrect her career as
an anchorwoman for Cheyenne’s news station. Sergeant Justin Redway has come to
Evans Point to try to forget his past and survive all he’s done.

One is a battle-damaged
veteran, the other a desperate woman who will go to any extreme to get his
story. When their worlds collide, sparks fly and old wounds open. As the chasm
between the fated lovers widens, it might be too big to cross.

One town, two lovers, and a
second chance at finding mercy.

Excerpt:

Fingers pressed against his throat, feeling for a pulse.

“This one’s alive.” Someone hoisted the weight of a large chunk
of wreckage from his torso. Two sets of hands slid under him. “On the count of
three. One. Two. Three.”

They moved in unison, rolling him onto a stretcher.

“No,” he begged. He wasn’t alive. This couldn’t be real. Another
protest gurgled from his throat and he began to convulse, unable to hold his
limbs still.

“Hold him down so I can sedate him.” Hands grasped his wounded limbs. Bone
cracked and shifted under their grip. He tried to arch up, but remained
restrained by several soldiers. He yelled and thrashed. They grabbed both sides
of his face, holding him still.

Justin screamed. The sound was so inhuman; if he hadn’t been the
one who’d made it, he wouldn’t have believed it came from a man. A stick with a
needle. Burning.

As the seizure eased, they released their hold. He turned his
head toward the medic who’d drugged him. The man blurred in and out. Justin’s
vision came back into focus as a burned picture of a woman and baby caught the
breeze and tumbled across the baked earth next to where the medic kneeled.
Justin swallowed and his eyes blurred with tears. Sanders hadn’t even gotten to
hold his daughter.

“You’re going to be okay.”

Let me die. Please. Let me die.Pain rode his nerves like an electrical
wire, sending jolts of agony to the tips of his fingers and toes. He opened his
mouth, but nothing came from his throat.Boom,
boom, boom.His heartbeat
slowed as the sedative did its job.

“Get him on the chopper.”

Regardless the drug, every step the medics took hurt as they
hauled him toward reprieve. Broken bones, burns, but nothing compared to what
played through his head. He’d killed them all and survived to see his
handiwork. Nothing could be worse than that.

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About the Author:

D. L. Jackson is a writer of
urban fantasy, science fiction, military romance and erotic romance. She loves
to incorporate crazy plot twists, comedy and the unexpected into her worlds. As
a U.S. Army veteran, she naturally adores men in uniform and feels the world
could always use more. She does her part by incorporating as many sexy soldiers
in her novels as she can. When she isn't writing or running the roads, you can
often find her online chatting with her peers and readers. Grab a cup of iced
coffee, pull up your virtual chair and say hi. She loves emails and blog visits
from her readers.

With a renowned reputation as a player, she had
everything figured out…

Twenty-year-old college
student, Natasha is the life of every party and the reason behind many
celebrations. The easiest girl on campus has all guys at her feet and more than
a few in her bed.

…until he came into the game…

Having entered the academic
world by chance, Professor Jason Stone is surprised to find one of his young
students a huge temptation. The infamous Natasha has caught his attention. But
is there more to her than meets the eye?

…and changed the rules.

As their unexpected
friendship grows, so does their attraction to each other. When Jason’s
Christmas plans are canceled and he ends up at the same party as Natasha,
sparks flare, destroying the safe zone around them. Will they figure out how to
break through their self-imposed barriers to be together, or lose one another
forever?

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Excerpt:

Her delicate brows knitted
together. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be with your
family?”

“Change of plans.” His tone
was as harsh as his disappointment. “I had to stay and saw a few posters
hanging around the school. Guess it was a better option than spending it
alone.”

The corner of her lips
curled up. “Definitely.”

Though he tried not to, it
wasn’t easy to ignore just how beautiful and vulnerable Natasha looked. Her
long brown hair adorned her porcelain face, falling into a smooth cascade down
her back. Her green eyes shone with energy and life. She wore red lipstick,
which only made her mouth more inviting. The dress hugged her perfect curves
and the hemline promised fun things on the other side.

Jesus.

Jason shook his head and
looked away. He’d probably caught her making plans for later and he still
wanted her? His mind was so messed up.

“You don’t seem so well.
What is it?” Natasha stepped closer and her spicy perfume taunted his will.

Jason stopped breathing for
a moment and focused.

“I’m good.” He smiled at
her, bringing his usual self to the surface. The laid back, gaming nerd and fun
professor he brought out for his students.

“Come in.” Natasha beckoned
him to follow her to the living room. “The party is starting.”

Somewhere along the last six
or seven months, when their conversations became more frequent and more
profound, Jason had lost his mind. Six or seven months ago, he would never
crash a student party so he could look at one of them.

Helpless, Jason went in with
her.

About the Author:

While Juliana Haygert dreams of being Wonder Woman, Buffy, or a blood
elf shadow priest, she settles for the less exciting—but equally
gratifying—life of a wife, mother, and author. Thousands of miles away from her
former home in Brazil, she now resides in Connecticut and spends her days writing about kick-ass heroines
and the heroes who drive them crazy.

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